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Hillcrest,  near  Delta,  Ohio   (Illustration)  .  .  10 
Homestead  on  the  Hill  ...................  11 

Ambition    ...............................  13 

The    Dying   Soldier  .......................  14 

A  Word  and  a  Smile  .....................  17 

On  the  Death  of  a  Friend  ................  .19 

Broken    Castles    .........................  20 

Broken   Castles    (Illustration)  .............  21 

Heart's  Ease    ............................  22 

Winchester    .............................  24 

Bundle  of  Letters    (Illustration)  ..........  32 

A  Bundle  of  Letters  .....................  33 

The  Conflict   ............................  35 

Island  of   Somewhere  .....................  36 

Words   Without   Melody  ..................  39 

Friendship    ..............................  41 

Sentence   Sermons    ............  .  .  42 


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I  have  left  the  dear,  old  homestead, 
In  Ohio  far  away, 

And  tonight  sweet  memories  cluster 
Round  me,  in  a  bright  array; 
As  I  rest  from  labors  weary — 
Toilers'  rest  is  ever  sweet — 
Fancy  lifts  the  veil  that  hides  it, 
The  dear,  old  home  in  its  retreat. 

Sheltered  on  a  sunny  hillside, 
Where  the  shadows  love  to  play 
Hide  and  seek  with    golden  sunbeams, 
Through  the  livelong  Summer  day ; 
Where  the  wild  birds  make  sweet  music, 
As  they  sing  among  the  trees 
That  are  gently  rocked  by  zephyrs, 
Of  the  balmy  Western  breeze. 


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Azure  skies  that  smile  above  it, 
Form  a  sea  of  deepest  blue, 
Where  white-winged  cloud  ships 
Idly  wander,  ever  changing,  ever  new, 
Till  at  last  in  sunset  splendor, 
They  have  joined  that  bright  array, 
Welcomed  night-time  and  her  glories 
And  bade  farewell  to  parting  day. 

O,  the  odor  of  the  roses ! 
Over  all  the  flowers  queen, 
The  remembrance  of  thy  sweetness 
Comes  o'er  me  in  a  pleasant  dream; 
And  the  pale  moon  smiles  down  softly 
On  a  scene  of  calm  delight, 
Restful  homestead,  in  thy  beauty 
In  the  quiet  Summer  night 

I  may  wander  far,  far  from  thee, 
And  the  years  may  come  and  go, 
Ere  I  may  again  behold  thee, 
Charming  home  in  Ohio; 
But  the  memory  of  thy  beauty 
Will  my  soul  with  rapture  thrill, 
Longing  to  again  behold  thee 
Dear  old  homestead  on  the  hill. 


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Ambition 

The  flower  we  think  most  beautiful 
Is  the  one  beyond  our  reach, 
The  fruit  we  deem  most  luscious 
Is  the  sweet  high-hanging  peach. 

If  we  set  our  heart  on  treasures 

We  must  struggle  to  attain 

When  our  hands  reach  out  and  grasp  them, 

We've  forgotten  all  our  pain. 


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A  soldier  lay  dying  alone, 
His  life  blood  was  ebbing  fast ; 
A  wistful  look  in  his  dim,  blue  eye, 
His  hand  o'er  his  heart  was  claspt. 

The  battle  was  fought  at  sunset, 
A  terrible  rain  of  lead, 
And  round  him  comrades  are  sleeping 
The  calm  sleep  of  the  dead. 

He  thinks  of  his  home  in  the  Northland, 
Of  loved  ones  waiting  there, 
And  as  these  thoughts  come  o'er  him, 
He  breathes  their  names  in  prayer. 


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In  the  prayer  his  mother  taught  him 
In  childhood's  sunny  hour; 
Asking  of  God  to  ever  guard 
And  keep  them  by  His  power. 

The  stars  come  out  in  their  glory, 
The  moon  smiles  on  serene, 
But  the  soldier  boy  has  pitched  his  tent 
In  the  land  of  the  Great  Unseen. 

He  has  given  his  life  for  his  country, 
A  debt  she  can  ne'er  repay; 
And  silently  crossed  the  River  of  Death 
To  await  the  Judgment  Day. 


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No  more  will  reville  arouse  him, 

He'll  answer  no  longer  to  taps ; 

The  colors  he  struggled  so  bravely  to  bear 

His  mouldering  form  now  enwraps. 

From  the  green  grassy  slope  of  the  hillside, 
From  the  sweet-scented  flowery  dell, 
We  bring  blossoms  to  cover  our  heroes, 
The  brave  boys  who  gallantly  fell. 


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A  kind  word  and  a  smile, 

Will  be  worth  our  while 

To  give,  as  we  pass  along  ; 

For  who  knows  but  we  may 

Brighten  the  day, 

For  someone  in  life's  busy  throng. 

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In  walking  the  street, 

With  hurrying  feet 

To  work,  each  morning  and  night; 

We  hear  many  a  sigh, 

See  the  tear-dimmed  eye, 

Of  those  that  know  not  the  light 


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The  light  of  a  smile, 

'Tis  greater  by  far 

Than  the  light  of  a  twinkling  star; 

For  the  star  fades  away 

At  the  breaking  of  day, 

But  the  smile  is  remembered  for  aye. 

Like  the  song  of  a  bird — 

The  sweetest  ere  heard — 

A  kind  word  has  power  to  charm ; 

Helps  drive  away  care, 

Oft  saves  from  despair, 

A  life  of  evil  and  harm. 

Then  scatter  the  seeds 

Of  kind,  loving  deeds, 

Like  roses  our  pathway  along; 

Each  life  that  we  brighten, 

Each  burden  we  lighten, 

Is  a  musical  note  in  our  own  life's  song. 


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The  silver  cord  is  broken, 

And  a  soul  has  winged  its  flight 

From  earth  and  its  fleeting  pleasures, 

Into  Eternity's  light; 

Piercing  with  eyes  immortal, 

The  veil  that  lies  between 

The  shadows  of  the  earth  life, 

And  the  joys  of  the  Great  Unseen. 

Peacefully  waiting  and  watching, 

A  turbulent  soul  at  rest, 

In  the  hands  of  the  Lord  and  Master 

Who  knoweth  all  things  best. 


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Why  are  the  castles  broken, 
That  we  builded  with  loving  care? 
The  foundation,  Love's  sweet  token 
Should  the  storms  of  Adversity  bear. 
But  Fate,  the  destroyer  of  human  hearts, 
Caused  an  adverse  wind  to  blow, 
And  our  fairy  castle  with  its  beautiful  parts, 
Lay  buried  in  ruins  below. 

Build  again  in  a  different  way, 
A  structure  more  sublimely  serene 
Standing  against  Time's  lingering  sway, 
With  towers  of  lordly  mien. 
Resting  on  Friendship's  foundation  alone, 
That  was  purchased  with  Smiles  and  Tears, 
Trusting  the  Future  to  atone 
For  the  errors  of  by  gone  years 


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Yesterday  I  heard  my  heart  say, 
As  twilight  gathered  'round, 
Shutting  out  the  light  of  day 
And  toil's  ceaseless  grind  and  sound. 
No  longer  will  I  murmur,  in  sorrow 
'Gainst  the  strife, 
But  at  the  dawn  of  each  tomorrow 
Take  up  the  burdens  of  life 
And  bear  them  upward,  onward. 
Toward  the  everlasting  goal, 
Where  weary,  earthly  travelers 
Find  surcease  for  the  soul. 


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Ah,  heart  of  mine,  'twere  well, 

In  the  shades  of  yesternight 

Those  wonderful  promises  to  foretell, 

Before  the  morning's  light; 

But  after  a  night  of  calm,  sweet  rest, 

When  you've  conquered  mind  and  will, 

You  awake  on  the  morrow  to  meet  the  test, 

With  the  same,  old  murmurings  still. 

'Twill  ever  be  the  same,  tired  heart, 

The  struggle,  the  gain,  the  loss 

Are  the  lessons  of  life  taught  part  by  part, 

Forgot  at  the  foot  of  the  Cross. 


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Summers  and  Winters  have  passed  away, 
Eyes  grown  dim  and  locks  grown  gray, 
Since  we  answered  the  bugle  call 
Sprang  to  arms,  in  line  to  fall 
Ready  to  march  to  Winchester  town, 
Tramping,  tramping,  marching  down 
To  drive  Jackson  far  away 
Back  to  the  hills,  that  fair  March  day. 

Stonewall  Jackson — well  does  the  name, 
Suit  the  man  who  with  honors  came 
Up  from  the  beautiful  valley  below, 
Flushed  with  success  which  victories  bestow; 
Brave  and  alert  in  every  way, 
A  leader  beloved  by  men  in  Gray 
Following  ever  his  stern  command, 
Ready  to  die  for  their  dear  Southland. 


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'Twas  no  mean  foe  that  we  faced  that  day, 
On  the  Southern  hillslope  far  away, 
But  a  man  whose  keen  and  piercing  eye 
Was  ready  the  strongest  host  to  defy; 
Behind,  for  miles  the  beautiful  stream 
Had  watched  his  saber  flash  and  gleam, 
As  his  orders  hurled  off  men  in  Blue, 
And  he  onward  rushed  into  battles  new. 


Ah,  we  very  well  knew  as  we  rushed  to  obey, 

And  prepared  to  meet  this  foe  in  Gray 

That   came  thundering   down   from   the  hills 

above, 

To  strike  once  more  for  the  land  they  loved, 
That  many  would  fall  in  the  battle  grim, 
Some  eyes  then  bright  grow  sad  and  dim, 
Hands  would  grope  in  the  gathering  night 
For  some  dear  comrade,  lost  in  the  fight. 


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Perhaps  a  mess-mate  would  wounded  lie 
And  hear  the  tramp  of  the  men  pass  by, 
An  officer  writhe  his  life  away, 
While  fife  and  drum  in  the  distance  play; 
Death  levels  the  rank  and  hand  clasps  hand, 
Two  soldiers  who  fought  for  the  far  North 
land 

Of  dear  ones  speak,  with  dying  breath, 
Before  they  cross  over  the  Border  of  Death. 

A  picture  old  as  old,  old  world, 
True  as  the  blue  of  the  flag  unfurled 
Whose  stars  look  forth  on  a  beautiful  land, 
A  country  united,  strong  to  command ; 
Honor  and  strength  forever  secured 
By   her   sons   who   gallantly   fought   and    en 
dured, 

That  Freedom  still  perch  on  our  banners  gay, 
And  we  live  a  united,  old  U.  S.  A. 


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For  as  men  of  honor  we  had  been  taught, 

Our  flag  to  defend,  so  dearly  bought 

By  the  blood  of  patriots,  martyrs  and  sages, 

Whose  deeds  of  valor  crown  History's  pages 

With  the  light  of  a  sacrifice,  that  grows 

Brighter,  as  Time's  Sea  onward  flows, 

And  gathers  unto  itself  the  years 

That  make  up  Eternity's  hopes  and  fears. 

The  bugle  has  sounded  its  clarion  note, 
Like  the  trill  in  a  wild  bird's  pulsing  throat, 
Piercing  the  air  with  its  sad,  sweet  thrill 
That  echoes  and  dies  o'er  valley  and  hill ; 
Of  Future  and  Past  we  cease  to  dream, 
As  the  dancing  lights  on  our  colors  gleam 
As  they  float  o'er  columns  marching  away, 
"To  do  or  to  die"  in  the  coming  fray. 


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Leaving  our  camp  fires  burning  bright, 
We  hurry  away  in  the  gathering  night, 
Led  to  the  shifting  battle-fields, 
By  tender  hearted  General  Shields ; 
Who  at  the  front  of  his  eager  command, 
Marched  over  the  beautiful  valley  land, 
To  meet  the  shot  and  shell  of  the  foe 
That  brought  our  daring  leader  low. 


As  Night  now  closed  her  mantle  round, 
Shutting  out  the  battle's  sound, 
We  forward  crept  in  the  sheltering  gloom, 
To  a  wood  as  silent  and  dark  as  the  tomb ; 
Where  we  stood  at  arms  through  the  coming 

night, 

To  be  ready  to  strike  in  the  mornings'  light 
A  blow,  like  that  of  a  fiery  dart, 
At  the  Rebel  leader's  fearless  heart. 


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The  morning  sun  o'er  the  hillside  gleams, 
Dispelling  the  dark  with  its  golden  beams, 
When  with  hearts  renewed  we  rush  with 

might 

And  hurl  our  strength  in  the  final  fight; 
'Twas  a    day  whose    struggle  we  ne'er    can 

forget, 

The  horrors  of  conflict  we  seem  to  see  yet, 
As  with  smoke-dimmed  eye  and  bated  breath 
We  try  to  do  our  foe  to  the  death. 

Now  Forward,  now  Back,  the  armies  are  led, 
Shot  tell  with  fury  and  shells  burst  o'er  head, 
While  nearer  and  nearer  the  enemies  creep, 
The  space  that  divides,  we  might  span  with  a 

leap; 

Sometimes  amid  smoke  and  the  blinding  glare 
We  are  filled  with  horror,  wild  with  despair, 
And  in  longing  to  flee  away,  to  retreat 
We  hearken  the  bugle's  sound  to  repeat. 


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But  Onward's  the  word!  and  victory  we  view 
Alight  on  our  banner,  as  Jackson  withdrew 
His  weary  soldiers  away  from  our  sight, 
And  hastened  away  under  cover  of  night; 
A  Victory,  yes,  but  its  cost  was  dear, 
For  ranks  were  thinned,  and  the  falling  tear 
Fails  to  replace  in  lost  lives  the  light 
That  went  out  that  day,   in  the  Winchester 
Fight. 


BUNDLE  OF  LETTERS. 


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I've  read  your  letters  o'er,  dear  heart, 
It  seems  I  cannot  cease 
To  read  their  pages,  part  by  part, 
For  to  my  soul  comes  peace  ; 
And  all  the  dreary,  lonely  days 
Since  I  have  seen  your  face, 
Depart  forever  on  their  ways, 
As  I  feel  your  fond  embrace. 

Dear  letters  !  through  the  blinding  tears 

That  I  .cannot  restrain, 

I  see  you  dim  with  passing  years, 

Your  freshness  flown,  yet  you  remain 

As  dear  to  me  as  when  the  hand 

That  I  no  longer  see, 

Penned  the  sweet  words,  at  whose  command 

The  past  comes  back  to  me. 


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When  skies  were  blue  as  the  deep,  deep  sea, 

With  never  a  ripple  to  mar, 

When  hearts  were  beating  glad  and  free 

As  pure  as  the  far  off  star ; 

Each  day  a  gladsome  tomorrow, 

Each  night  a  bright,  golden  theme, 

Before  my  life  knew  its  sorrow 

Let  me  dream,  let  me  dream ! 


Love  letters !  dearer,  more  to  my  heart 
Than  a  treasure-house  of  gold! 
Your  joys,  your  sorrows,  will  never  depart 
Recalling  sweet  memories  of  old, 
Until  Death  comes  softly  stealing 
From  out  the  shadow  and  gloom, 
For  your  messages  appealing, 
Will  go  with  me  to  the  tomb. 


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Taps  have  sounded!    Lights  are  out! 
No  more  you'll  hear  the  victor's  shout, 
The  tent  no  longer  on  battle  field  gleams, 
Tenting  tonight  only  in  dreams. 


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To  the  beautiful  island  of  Somewhere 
That  lies  off  some  Golden  Shore, 
Let  us  take  a  journey  hand  in  hand, 
To  this  far,  distant  fairy  land. 
That  smiles  under  skies  forever  blue 
Where  half-forgotten  dreams  come  true. 

Our  good  ship  Fancy,  will  carry  us  o'er 

The  billows  of  untried  seas, 

And  as  we  span  the  future  years 

And  float  in  the  harbor  of  Smiles  and  Tears, 

We  drift  away  from  life's  pain  and  care 

And  explore  the  Island  of  dear  Somewhere. 

Dreams  of  our  childhood  await  us  there, 
On  Somewhere's  sunny  isle, 
And  as  we  greet  the  old-time  friends 
That  to  the  scene  enchantment  lends, 
W^e  cease  to  dwell  in  the  land  of  Now 
And  before  the  queen  of  Somewhere  bow. 


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Ah!  what  is  this?  we  cry  with  delight 

As  a  beautiful  castle  we  see — 

A  structure  builded  on  Hopes  and  Fears, 

Numberless  Smiles  and  a  few  shining  Tears — 

Palace  of  Love,  whose  builders  they  say 

Journeyed  together  to  the  Parting  Way. 

With  faces  turned  from  Love's  golden  light 
They  wended  their  unseen  way, 
And  the  years  that  drifted  them  apart 
Healed  the  wounds  of  each  broken  heart. 
Healed?    Ah,  yes!  but  who  can  say, 
No  scar  remains  to  this  very  day? 

"When  my  ship  comes  in,"  we  were  won't  to 

say 

In  the  sweet  long,  long  ago, 
And  now  as  we  gaze  with  tearful  eyes, 
Into  the  haven  of  Glad  Surprise 
There  rides  in  majesty  supreme 
The  treasure  ship  of  our  fondest  dream. 


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The  soft,  kind  winds  of  Good  Fortune 
Had  wafted  her  on  the  way, 
Gliding  past  Failure's  reef  and  shoal, 
With  years  of  drifting  she  reached  the  goal 
And  now  safely  locked  away  from  Despair, 
Awaits  her  pilot  in  the  harbor  there. 

A  statesman  with  a  noble  air, 
Who  will  some  day  sit  in  the  President's  chair, 
Chariots  bowling  along  on  the  green, 
Bearing  a  king  and  his  gracious  queen, 
Empires  of  Dreams  that  float  in  the  air, 
Will  sometime  descend  to  loved  Somewhere. 

O,  the  myths  that  dwell  in  this  beautiful  isle 
Under  Memory's  magical  reign! 
In  them  we  recall  our  fairest  dreams 
Wrought  out  by  the  side  of  firelight  gleams — 
Creations  of  all  that  life  holds  most  rare, 
That  really  exist  in  distant  Somewhere. 


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Without 

(Just  To  Know  You  Love  Me.) 

Just  a  picture  of  a  girl  you  once  knew, 

Just  a  mem'ry  of  a  dear  heart  fond  and  true ; 

As  you  gaze  in  pictured  eyes 

Filled  with  mild  and  soft  surprise, 

How  you  long  once  more  your  love  vows  to 

renew. 

How  your  heart  will  throb  with  pain, 
Just  to  hear  that  sweet  refrain, 
And  recall  the  words  she  often  said  to  you. 

Chorus — 

Just  to  know  you  love  me, 
That  your  heart  is  true 
As  the  stars  above  me, 
In  the  heavens  blue; 
Life  would  be  all  sunshine, 
One  sweet,  happy  song, 
Just  to  know  you  love  me, 
My  whole  life  long. 


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She's  sleeping  'neath  the  daisies  far  away, 
And  you  look  upon  her  picture  day  by  day ; 
While  the  tear  drops  gently  fall, 
And  you're  longing  to  recall 
All  the  love  that  you  forever  cast  away 
For  at  last  your  heart  knows  best 
She  was  dearer  than  the  rest, 
And  you  long  once  more  to  hear  her  sweet 
voice  say: 

Chorus — 

Just  to  know  you  love  me, 
That  your  heart  is  true 
As  the  stars  above  me, 
In  the  heavens  blue; 
Life  would  be  all  sunshine, 
One  sweet,  happy  song, 
Just  to  know  you  love  me, 
My  whole  life  long. 


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Friendship  to  the  lonely  heart 
Is  like  the  fragrance  of  the  rose, 
Although  the  flower  may  be  forgot, 
With  years  the  incense  grows. 


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Smiles  and  tears,  like  sunshine  and  rain, 
are  necesary  for  the  development  of  life. 

Lost  opportunities  are  like  precious  jewels 
locked  in  the  casket  of  Regret  whose  key  is 
held  in  the  unchanging  Past. 

He  who  stoops  from  an  exalted  station  to 
help  the  lowly,  has  elevated  himself  to  a  still 
higher  plane  of  life. 

Pleasures  of  today  often  become  regrets  of 
tomorrow. 


Creeds  and  doctrines  belong  to  the  Dark 
Ages.  Religion,  pure  and  simple,  is  doing 
good  with  a  heart  full  of  love  for  humanity. 

To  the  sensitive  soul  there  is  no  thing  that 
wounds  like  that  of  Ingratitude's  sting. 


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